Chapter 6
Vows Written in Blood
Chapter 6
The 12th Precinct of the San Francisco Police Department smelled distinctly of stale coffee, damp wool, and floor wax. It was a bleak, chaotic environment that buzzed with the cynical energy of overworked cops and underpaid clerks.
Clara Vance did not belong here.
Dressed in a tailore
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
The rhythmic, percussive thwack of the heavy chef’s knife against the bamboo cutting board was the only sound in the cavernous kitchen.
Clara Vance stood at the massive white marble island, methodically dicing a mountain of aromatic vegetables. Carrots. Celery. Onions. The sharp, stingi
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The headquarters of Vance Real Estate Group occupied the top three floors of a sleek, glass-and-steel skyscraper in the heart of San Francisco’s financial district. The interior was a monument to Julian’s ego—acres of polished white marble, brushed chrome accents, and floor-to-ceiling win